Chapter 8
8
How did I get so lucky? -Matt
Matt
My heart pounds rapidly in my chest. Leah lays in front of me, like a buffet of everything I need and desire.
I can see her dark brown nipples through the white material of the lingerie, and I gulp hard. She’s everything I’ve fantasized about for the past month. I nearly swallow my tongue when she touches herself and her hand comes to rest on her mound, just above the pussy that I’ve dreamt of tasting.
My fists clench and unclench. “Are you sure, baby? ‘Cause once this happens, there’s no going back. I’m not going to let you just walk away. You’ll belong to me forever.”
She lets out a deep breath and then gives me a devastating smile. “That’s what I was hoping you would say.”
I pull at my shirt, tearing it away so fast that the buttons scatter. Leah laughs from her position on the bed, but watches me with satisfaction through hooded eyes. I see heat flare within their blue depths when my chest is bared.
I unbuckle my belt slowly and watch as she brings her other long leg from beneath the covers and then rubs her legs together like she’s got an ache between them.
My cock is stiff and ready to burst beneath the tight fabric of my jeans. I push my boxers and jeans down and immediately stroke its length while looking at my beautiful girl.
“So big,” she mutters and gulps, her eyes widening.
I grin. “It’s enough to make you feel good, princess.”
I climb up to where she is on the bed, like a predator stalking its prey.
The first touch of my skin against her body is electric, making my cock weep.
I give her a quick kiss on the lips and then pull back, taking in her full lips and pink cheeks.
“You are so damn beautiful,” I say softly and move a stray hair behind her ear.
“You are too,” she mumbles and then turns bright red.
I chuckle and give her another kiss. “Thank you.”
I begin kissing my way down her neck, but she stops me with a hand to my shoulder. “Matt?” she asks hesitantly.
I look up into those wondrous blue eyes of hers. “Yes, baby?”
She nibbles on her bottom lip. “I’m not experienced, well at all. I just thought you should know. I’m on the pill because of my periods, but I’ve never…”
I nod. “I know, honey, I know. I know I’m going to be your first and only.”
Her grin is wide and electric. “Continue on, then,” she says primly.
I chuckle again. “I will, your highness.”
I kiss my way down her neck and place small kisses along her collarbone. When I reach the fabric covering her chest and torso, I raise an eyebrow. “I hope you weren’t attached to this negligee, cause it’s a goner, my love.”
She doesn’t reply, but gives a sweet giggle.
That giggle changes to a gasp as I rip the front of the silky nightgown down the middle.
Her breasts beckon me, full and ripe. Not too big, not too small, with nipple that beg to be sucked. I take one in my mouth, and she emits a long moan. Her back arches up seeking me.
My hand traces a pathway down her stomach while I continue to make her moan. I bite and lick and nibble, tasting her as if memorizing her.
My hand nudges the material of the waistband of her panties. I push into the silky material and move downward through a small patch of hair to the wet wonderland of her pussy.
“Fuck,” I let out with a groan when I insert a finger into her wetness. “You’re so tight, baby, so damn tight.” I add another finger testing her.
Her hips are now twisting in an erratic beat, trying to follow the motion of my fingers. I look down at her and try to remember this moment, the moment right before she became mine.
I push the material of her panties aside, finally ripping those to shreds too. I need her now. The beast within me wants me to claim her right away, but I’m trying to hold back, trying to make sure I don’t hurt her.
I add another finger, pushing in and out of her while she writhes beneath me. I add my thumb and circle around her small numb of pleasure. The half scream she emits at the contact makes me smile and I want to beat on my chest. I’ll make her come before she’s mine. I’ll make sure she’s ready to take me.
When she does come less than a minute later, I feel pushed to the edge. Her scream of release, the wetness coating my fingers…it’s all too much.
My cock probes at her entrance and I tangle my hands with hers. She moves her legs apart and gives me a look of stupefied satisfaction.
“Now, Matt. Now, please. I’m ready.”
The words are barely spoken as I plunge into her. I try to hold back, but find I can’t. Her wetness sucks me in and I’m deeply seated in her less than a second later. She lets out a small yelp, but sends me a small smile to let me know she’s okay.
I try to stop myself from moving, from hurting her. Her hands scrape down my back. “Again, Matt, again. Fuck me like you mean it.”
The dirty words coming from my princess goad me on. I pull out and then thrust inside of her again, groaning at the way she envelops me. This is heaven. She is heaven.
I feel the telltale electricity along my spine of an impending orgasm, but I try to make myself last. I want this to last forever. God, if I could live inside of her I would.
I reach down to play with her clit again and she tightens around me. Her groan is long and hard as she comes again. Finally, I let myself go. I let go and release into her, feeling more bonded and more myself with her than I ever have before.
Afterwards, I hold her. I kiss her hair and we make plans. We talk of the future and the past. I tell her about my old rodeo days and the injury that killed my career. She traces her finger along the old, jagged scar on my leg.
Finally, when the chatter has stopped, everything is quiet. I think she’s asleep until she murmurs, “I love you, cowboy. I love you so much.”
I kiss her hair and smile. “I love you too, princess. Always and forever.”